Thank you!: Yes it's a sad truth, and currently something I'm struggling with, but thank you for finding brilliance in it, gives me hope that all these feeling aren't for nothing.
reaction:
'Now I'm drinking trying to stop all my thinking,' wonderful line
so many drink to hide the pain
'Just put my demons to sleep upon my drunken sheets,'
unique and brilliant
Out Here: .
Periodically, you stretch and find the exact combination of sounds and subjects. The last two cracker (fractured) Haiku ran over me and left me in the tall grass. Deah as female. You rock!
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Stella
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R u o kay?: You went away. I di 4 awhile, not here much. Fits and spurts. Health check. U okay? I need hand surgery but do not want to go near hospital with covid spiking. I was gettibg ready and poof-SURGE. Protests in europe over lock- down soon or four guests only home gatherings. I heard Michigan was worst in usa. Ouch! Take care, Red Shirt.
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Be Well - Lady A
Stephen's comment is very: Stephen's comment is very profound, and I, too, add my own opinion that you should follow his advice. His metaphor is very apt---it does smooth out. I am sixty-three, half paralyzed from the waist down and chairbound, due to a spinal injury sustained almost two years ago to the day. But, spiritually and emotionally, I am happier than I have ever been. The bottom fell out, for me, in 1981---I came out of college jobless, directionless, and alone, due to my then fiancee's treachery. I wanted to give up, which seemed easier. Our whole existence is a moving forward, even though sometimes that movement may seem backward, or sideways. It is like watching the planets move across the nighsky---sometimes they move in retrograde, and sometimes they briefly stand still, but they are still moving; and the retrograde and standstill positions are merely issues of perspective. Like Stephen said, it smothes out. The planets continue to move forward on their orbits even though it may appear, to the human eye, as a temporary retrograde.
How I miss the ocean and: How I miss the ocean and those trinkets to sift through after the surge. A highly significant and lovely tribute to her majesty, rhythm and generosity.
imo there is no oblivion..:
imo there is no oblivion.. eternal ecstasy is the path of all
no matter how many lives it takes.. please keep your
bright constellation away from black holes for the sake of all beings
majestic:
'Oh, I am a small speck of dust
from the chopped crumbs, lust,
the tree of knowledge turned
into various books about stuff;
hovering, floating free, flying
all far on the edge of deep void.
I have tired myself of dwelling
through many lives, and yelling
inside my mind, very much like
a crazy chimp throwing its shit.'
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Now I'm thirsty. :
New drink idea:
B & B Spritzer. Two fingers of Franciscan French with two fast spritzes of Perrier. Lime wedge on snifter optional. :D